To a Lady in the Spleen, whom the Author was desir'd to amuse. Mary Barber Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T42622 519 p. 45 Barber, Mary, ca. 1690-1757. Poems on Several Occasions [poems only]. London Printed for C. Rivington, at the Bible and Crown in St. Paul's Church-Yard 1734 pp. 260-261. xlviii,283,[7]p.; 8⁰.

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To a Lady in the Spleen , whom the Author was desir'd to amuse . Why , lovely Lelia , so depress'd ? With wonted Smiles your Eyes adorn ; Drive gloomy Sorrow from your Breast , And shine out , beauteous , as the Morn . The fair Pendarvis bid me try , For you to tune my Lyre again ; To your lov'd Presence instant fly , And sooth you with some joyous Strain . But if Pendarvis , born to please , Does in her native Province fail , Nor can your anxious Bosom ease ; Alas ! how should my Muse prevail ? Shall Heav'n , that form'd thee wond'rous fair , Behold thee thus repining lie ? Dependent on that Guardian Care , To blissful Prospects turn your Eye . Lelia , thy lovely Form survey ; Let blooming Beauty plead her Cause : Her pow'rful Empire fleets away Too soon , alas ! by Nature's Laws .